Chapter 24

I was achy for it.

I barely nodded before Graham kissed me hard and I felt something large poking inside me. The first few inches felt delicious as it filled me.

I inhaled, grabbing his shoulders and breathing hard.

I felt breathless at the intrusion, afraid to move in case it hurt more. All the air was knocked out of my body. After a few seconds, I shifted to find relief, but it hurt worse. My channel was stretched beyond the limit. It was tight, clutching Graham’s cock snugly.

I was sure there was no more space for Graham to move.

“Oh, baby,” Graham groaned like never before, like he was between excruciating pain and delirious ecstasy. “You feel so good. Better than I thought.”

I gripped his shoulders, desperate to ease the intrusion. He felt my discomfort and kissed my neck. His tongue twirled around my skin.

“Relax,” he whispered against my ear. “It’ll hurt less if you relax.”

I didn’t know how to do that. I felt taut, unable to release my tight muscles. Any move and I would break. He was impaling me with his generous cock, and it felt like he was splitting my body in half and was so deep I could feel it in my head. The space he took inside me was tight. There was no space left for air.

His finger came to my clit and started circling, eliciting desire within me. Slowly, I felt my pussy open to him. He managed to sink a bit deeper until the hilt. I clenched my fingers on his shoulders.

He moaned, continuing his sweet ministration on my clit.

We stayed static for a few seconds as I adjusted to his size, and the pain began to subside a bit, allowing me to breathe. I started to gasp when lust surpassed the pain.

“I need to move, baby,” Graham growled through gritted teeth after a moment.

I wasn’t ready yet. I gasped when his hips rocked back slowly. It felt weird. It was a mix between pain and relief from his withdrawal. He removed the length of his cock until the tip, and then he rocked back in. He pressed me down, cursing in pain and satisfaction. “Fuck.” He seemed lost in his head, his senses overstimulated.

Graham’s teeth dug into my neck. His open mouth allowed his tongue to flicker over my skin. Then he pinched my nipple and I whimpered. He was adding distractions everywhere as he pushed the deepest he could, like he could plant himself inside me.

However, I was focused on his hips pounding slowly against mine.

All air evaporated from my lungs. It seemed holding my breath could dwindle the pain. When he retreated back, my breaths were faster and faster.

I closed my eyes and felt only Graham—his sturdy weight on me, pressing me down on his bed while my nipples brushed against his hard chest. He breathed against the side of my neck and one finger rubbed my clit as he moved slowly. His sweat rolled down his back and chest.

I knew he was being patient, but it was costing him a lot of energy.

I was very aware of his intrusion of my body. Despite the searing pain, I liked the idea of Graham everywhere. All my senses were overwhelmed by him. His touch, his smell, his sight, his taste, and his sounds of pleasure. His grunts and hissing exhalations. His delirious words against my ear as he claimed how beautiful I was, how perfect we fit, how tight my pussy was, and how he didn’t think he was able to let me go, ever.

After a while, the rubbing of his cock against the walls of my core started to feel good. Really good. I felt my taut muscles relaxing even more.

My breath turned into laborious pants as I clung to him, opening more of my legs for him to push deeper, for him to be closer. My mouth opened, but no sound came out, only gasps of air.

One of his arms slid behind my lower back, tilting my hips higher so he could sink deeper. I supported more of my weight on my legs as beads of sweat glided down my back and chest, over my breasts.

I could feel my release building up again.

My arms laced around his neck, pressing our sweaty bodies together.

I moaned. “Oh, Graham.” And I threw my head back as he picked up speed and pounded faster.

“Feels like the most amazing thing ever, right?” he grumbled, clenching his jaw as he controlled himself. He wanted faster, harder, deeper.

I bit my lip as I nodded. My throat was dry.

“I have fucking dreamed of this for far too long and this is better than I expected,” he chanted, saying each word with a thrust. “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you squeezing me.”

At his words, a wave of endorphins rippled through me. My back arched as I gripped his back and whimpered his name over and over.

“Graham!” I gasped. “Oh, ~Graham~.” My voice was husky and low.

“Yes,” he pounded faster and harder against me. “Yes.” He milked out my release and sought his. He continued thrusting until the muscles in his back tensed and he pressed as deep as possible, groaning. I felt a thick, wet substance between my legs.

Finally, Graham dropped on top of me, breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around his back and my legs around his waist, cherishing the closeness.

Graham growled at the act, digging deeper into me. He grunted something but it was muffled by his silky covers. I didn’t catch it.

After a moment of catching his breath, Graham pressed sweet kisses on my shoulders and collarbone in reverence. He disentangled himself from my legs and moved away.

I exhaled at his loss. It felt cold.

Graham rolled to the side and propped an arm underneath him. He smiled down at me and my nakedness with such daze and adoration. He leaned over and kissed me slowly, savoring each other. He bit my lower lip, sucking it hard. The kiss was short but sexy.

Then, he climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He came back with a towel.

He grabbed my thighs and started cleaning me up, but I was self-conscious and moved to press my legs together.

“Let me take care of you,” he pleaded.

It moved something inside me, and I stopped fighting. He opened my legs again and started cleaning his cum and my blood. My face was hot and flushed the entire time. My skin was sensitive to the material of the towel.

Trying to distract myself, I realized something. “We didn’t use a condom,” I announced.

My eyes were wide as I looked at him, alarmed. He seemed calm. “Are you on the pill?”

I nodded. I was, because I had inconsistent periods and hard cramps. The pill helped regulate them and reduce the pain. But still…he didn’t know that before we had sex.

“I’m clean,” he said, misreading my alarm. “It’s okay, baby. I’d never hurt you.”

I only managed to nod. I was too exhausted to press the subject.

Graham returned the towel to the bathroom and crawled to my side, bringing me over his chest. Our legs were tangled.

“You thought I would pass up an opportunity to snuggle with you?” he teased. I buried my face against his chest as he stroked my hair.

I smiled, pleased at his question.

“Why do you think I insist on you coming over and staying the night?” he asked. His voice was full of softness and fondness. “I want to cuddle with you all night.”

My heart melted. It literally melted and spread through my entire body until I felt the buzzing of my heartbeat everywhere.

“I must have made an impression,” I teased.

“The best. I won’t let you leave this bed for a week. Hell, a year. Maybe more.”

I giggled at his exaggeration. I ran my hand over his chest, feeling the steadiness and smoothness. I buried my nose in his neck and found his unique citrus smell.

“Are you sniffing me?” he questioned, amused.

My eyes widened at being caught. “No.”

“Baby, it’s cute,” he said. For some reason, he wasn’t freaked out or repulsed. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do that would scare me. I’m obsessed too.”

I was embarrassed but reassured by his statement.

“There’s nothing that would make me want to stop this between us,” he said as an afterthought.

I was touched by his confession. He didn’t need to say a lot, but his careful and curious hands showed me his feelings. His wonderment, his fondness, his appreciation.

I kissed his pec and raised my head to look in his eyes. “Me too.” I scratched the back of his neck, lovingly. “I don’t think there’s anything that will make me regret this or stop caring about you, Graham.”

His eyes glinted with emotion. He knew I meant it. He needed the touch, the connection.

My heart stumbled when he smiled. It said~ something~ I hadn’t identified yet. But it was powerful and strong. I sensed it.